THE
MAY-Morning Ramble;
OR,
Robin and Kate, Will and Prue's Pleasant Pastime amongst the Woods and
Groves.
To the Tune of, I Marry and thank ye too. Liscenced according to Order.
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KInd Robin he met young Kate,
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and caus'd her a while to stay;
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And said that she should be his Mate,
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to ramble and gather May.
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My Jewel I do invite,
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to ramble till Morning day;
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For you know in the silent Night,
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we gather the sweetest May.
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There's William and his love Prue,
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are willing to take their way;
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Along with us amongst the Dew,
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to gather the sweetest May.
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She made him a Cursy low,
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and eke with a smile did say;
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With all my heart I'll freely go
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to gather the sweetest May.
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Then taking him by the hand,
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she to her true Love did say,
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Nothing can please a Maid beyond,
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a sprig of the sweetest May.
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Then they by a joynt consent,
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did merrily trip away,
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And with a Resolution bent
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to gather the sweetest May.
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They came to a pleasant Grove,
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adorned with flowers gay,
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And Kate she call'd upon her love,
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to give her the sweetest May.
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Upon a fair Primrose Hill
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stout Robin his Love did lay,
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And likewise so did lusty Will,
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and gave them the sweetest May.
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These Lasses of Beauty bright,
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they both to their loves did say;
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It is a Maidens cheif delight,
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to gather the sweetest May.
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Then Robin began to rise,
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and fain wou'd a sneak'd away,
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But Kate she hugs him close, and crys
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some more of that pleasant May.
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She was in a transport hurl'd,
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and did to her Robin say,
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No greater pleasure in the World,
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then gathering sprigs of May.
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And Prue did her William hold,
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and often did sigh and say,
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I'd rather have then Crowns of G[old],
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this delicate Sprig of May.
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But Robin and Will repy'd,
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O what will your Mothers say;
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Tush, let them frown, nay scold and chide
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since we have the Sprigs of May.
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Alas, I can freely part
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with what you have gain'd this day:
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My Maiden-head with all my heart,
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for a delicate Sprig of May.
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Quoth Prudence, nay right or wrong,
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we'l Ramble another day;
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Before a year I'm sure to Long
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for more of this pleasant May.
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The Sun did begin to rise,
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then homeward they took their way;
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And Prue and Kate did highly prize
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the delicate Sprigs of May.
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